Here's the thing about panic attacks:
At first, they slowly peel back the edges of old wounds...
Then rip them off like a bandaid.
They leave you bleeding from the heart.
They leave you questioning every single thing you've done.
By the end, you're left cowering in your bed sheets, silently seeking solace from yourself.
If they think I'm suicidal, why do they keep leaving me home alone?
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Leigh